i feel like i have the beginnings of a cold, but i dont think it’s that. i had the sore throat, but thats pretty much been taken care of by the Tom Kha Kai soup that my attorney brought over last night.
im just tired.
and i havent done shit about Black History Month.
and not everyone who comes to this blog wants to flow me ten bucks each so i can get a car.
and i dont have a job that floats my boat.
and radio sucks.
and the cubs didnt sign pudge.
some kid from indiana wrote some shit about why he hates blogs and it got on the internet. fuck him. go back to your state school and beat off in the bushes.
ashleys coming over tonight to drop off her key, pick up a pair of pajama bottoms, find a sole shoe she left behind, and say good bye to me for forever.
am i sad about it?
but she did some fucked up things and she did them twice. to me.
i dont like fucked up things being done to me.
she says shes sorry, but shes not. she has a new man now. she wont be sorry till shes alone. then she wont be sorry about what she should be sorry about. she’ll just be sad.
one of these days i’ll find the girl of my dreams.
one of these days everything will work out.
today just isnt that day